The Demon Blaze

The creature was small, by human standards; its hide was red as fresh blood on parchment, and it was so thin that it seemed to be little more than skin and bones, though there were hints of wiry muscle. Dark horns curled up from its head, though a great shaggy black man hid its face...and the more Lois looked at it, the more human it seemed, though the proportions were all off. It's arms were clasped between its legs, and there was a dark, sticky pool beneath it. As Lois bent over to offer what aid she could, the head rose and turned...and a single baleful eye, pure white without pupil or iris, stared out from the tangle of hair.

Lois was caught aback and fell on her ass. Up and down the corridor of mirrors, a million reflections of her did the same.

"Who...what are you?" Lois asked.

"I am...Blaze," the creature said, and Lois recognized the voice now, feminine but with that accent she couldn't place. "Once, Queen of Hell. You dirty cunt. Look what you've done to me!"

The crimson thighs parted, and then the cupped hands...and Lois saw the stump between those legs, caked with black blood, above a very feminine slit. The shortstack reporter remembered the cock she had bitten. Her eyes narrowed.

"Where are we?" Lois said.

"The other sssside of the mirror," the demon hissed the sole sibilant, drawing it out. Obviously still in terrible pain.

"How do we get out?" The reporter pressed.

"You have to find...your true sssself," the pure white eye narrowed. "Sssslut."

Lois Lane snorted. "I'd feel sympathy for you, except even without your cock you're a total dick."

The reporter stood up, looking up and down the corridor. A million Lois Lanes stared back at her, each one slightly different...and Lois wondered whether any of them were really her.